the child drops her jaw
as she sees the face of god

the poor child drops her jaw
as she sees the face of god

she see's a light in the distance
that she surely didn't want

she's staring down the barrel
there's a shotgun in his hands

yeah she's staring down the barrel
of a poor and lonely man.

she looks straight down the barrel
sees the evil in his hands

yet she never lost her faith
on her neck the son of man

he tenses on the trigger
teasin' fate and broiling hate

he tenses on that trigger
teasin' fate and misplaced hate

don't he know that he can just relax
he can't control his fate

raised by dogs that pack around
and travel mad at the world

raised by dogs that pack around
they're angry at the world

taught to spit and fight with anyone
especially based on skin

taught to spit and fuss with anyone
even if they is next of kin

hence his finger on the trigger
as he lets the hate roll in

she let's go of her tension
as she lays her eyes on the barrel

one barrel for each eye
yeah she's ready to take her flight

as he steadies on the trigger
just to take her life tonight

now he's staring down the sights
and he no longer sees her eyes

just her forehead in the foreground
as the distance blurs with time

then he turned the barrel round
and she watched him blow his mind.

08/20/2021